Catus, sometimes known as Houses Ownerus,starts out as a small, fuzzy thing.  It lurks in shadows waiting for the proper moment to assume control.  Size is no actual guide to the determination of the particular aspect.  In their most youthful aspect, Kittenus, Catus can convince the most suspicious individual of the wisdom of providing a proper temple.
Sharra

The usual temple is fully staffed by at least one fulltime priestess/priest.  It is the duty of this individual to be sure that food, water, laps and suitable amusements are available at Cattus' whim.  Cattus has a heck of a lot of whims.

The Kitten Office is said by the Honored one.  Lauzy Me, the first hour, comes at dawn.  The appropriate response, "Of course I'll feed you.  Please get off my head."  (Sometimes Lauzy Me is preceded by Mittens.  The Honored one may pat her/his servant.  If the servant wakens, Cattus may require the she/he arise and offer milk or other approriate sacramental food and drink.) Mikey

The other Hours are Prime ("Of course you are more important than anything else in the Universe.")

Terse, often regarded as the safest of the responses when Cattus Geriaticas has rearranged your desk when pretending that he/she can still leap gracefully to the window.

Perspries:  the office of the bath.  Generally this required two voices to handle the responses.  Large towels and a generous supply of band aids should be on hand.

To be called to the service of Cattus Felinus is to know what slavery is.  But, the delights granted to a beloved servant, as when the Honored One curls in one's lap and begins to purr....  are sufficient.

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